Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Rubber History

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Art: Naldo

M/S Amazonia has got her name in History for a trip she may not wanted to do, but it was not up to her. Linking your name to the first act of bio piracy makes people say bad things about you.

Captain Murray and his three partners on the same vessel never cared.

The year was 1876. Month and day can be got by playing with the same digits.
Rubber was the reason for the greatest economic boom the World would ever come to experience.

The sap that oozed from a sacred tree was in big increasing need and high priced. Iron, steel and rubber made the Triunvirat.

That was one of the reasons my grand-father and his family moved from Morocco and The Wickham from England.

Sails can not be set without the Rubber Barons underwear. The ship had been loaded with whiskey, wine, vodka, champagne and pieces of distinct puzzles from Europe to shape homes, buildings and the atmosphere in Manaus and Belem.

Passengers on and off the vessels were businessmen, musicians, prostitutes and pimps; their luggage: Cigarettes & Alcohol.

During the journey the captain’s party was interrupted by a storm. It is safer on land.
Another party is on!

My grand-parents decided to settle in a site where the rubber barons LOLs could not be heard and rubber trees can grow.

Wickham’s picked Santarem. It is easier to ship bird feathers to supply his mother’s hat shop in London. Good business shipping staffed wildlife stuff too.

His wife Violet can work as a teacher to the septic tanks. Her father was a Londoner publisher. Reading was her cup of tea.

The party was louder and louder and screams of slaves being slashed, raping women, Indians and cabocos cries of pain and anger were part of it.

His illustration about rubber tree worth more than Dali’s, Da Vinci’s and Goethe’s combined.
Hooker, the notorious at Kew did not notice Henry had drawn the seed pod to oval, but he had learn from Spruce the number of seeds in one and he wanted to have 70.000 of them.

At this point the Wickham had a small graveyard where they sometimes pray for family members that had succumbed.
Violet may have thought about hanging out again at Regent Square and make a party.
God saves the Queen!

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